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More: Cameron and Remy do not know each other. And I'm continuing to work on SF.
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Sorry for the long wait, guys! Hopefully this sudden muse I have will keep up!

Folie à Deux

"I'm not completely sure we aren't all living in a hallucination now."

Remy woke up before Cameron did. Despite that the noise the night before had instilled quite a fear in her, she had been too exhausted to keep her eyes open for more than an hour after it had startled them. The ground left muscles she didn't even know she had aching, and pushing herself into a sitting position hadn't been fun. Groaning softly, she rubbed at her face then glanced over to make sure the sleeping blonde was okay.

Waves crashed calmly against the sand and a gentle breeze blew smoke from the dwindling fire in the opposite direction of the two women. "Allison," Remy whispered. She reached over and gingerly shook the other woman's shoulder. "It's morning."

Cameron stirred for a moment, feeling the blanket and then the sand with her fingers before her eyes flew open. She scrambled into a sitting position, causing Remy to jump in slight surprise. "Are they here?" she questioned, craning her neck to look around the beach.

Sighing, Remy glanced around and shook her head. "No signs of a rescue plane yet." The disappointment etched across the older woman's face was too much and the brunette glanced down. "If we find the cockpit, we might be able to contact someone. We can build up the fire again so they'll see the smoke while we're gone if anyone comes."

"So we're going into the jungle," Cameron confirmed, her voice still think with sleep. "Even after whatever it was we heard last night?"

"Do you have a better option?" Remy replied. She pushed herself to her feet, cringing at the pain that tore through her stitched side. "We're both traumatized. What we heard last night was probably just the wind, and our minds caused it to sound like something, okay?"

"If it was just the wind, why did we both hear it like that at the same time?" Cameron pressed. She stared at the sticks beside the fire again then slowly began adding them and lighting them with the lighter.

"Folie à deux?" Remy suggested, glancing around. They would need water, and she couldn't hike while wearing the sandals she was wearing.

"Folie à deux doesn't work like that," Cameron shot a bit grumpily. She let out a deep breath then slowly got up and ran her fingers through her hair. "Sorry. I just know there's something out there and we heard it."

"We're in the jungle," Remy replied, nodding. "There's a lot of things out there." She pulled her shirt up to make sure the stitches were okay then let it fall back down again. "Get us two bottles of water, yeah?"

Cameron stared at her for a moment before pursing her lips together and turning to the luggage.

Remy scanned the suitcases, wrinkling her nose at the flip flops she could see scattered among the clothes. Sucking in a breath, she spun on her heels to face the bodies on the beach. Hiking in sandals just wouldn't work, unless she wanted a broken ankle to go with her ripped up side. Glancing back at Cameron, she watched the blonde slip on a button down shirt over the short sleeved shirt she was already wearing. Content the older woman was distracted, the brunette made her way over to an unrecognizable female body.

"What are you doing?" Cameron called over to her.

Remy turned to see Cameron now staring at her intently. She hunched her shoulders and knelt down by the body, rather disgusted by her own actions. "I need shoes," she answered, checking the size on the bottom of the brown boots.

"Can't you get some out of the suitcases?" Cameron questioned.

"Did you see any in the suitcases?" Remy asked, untying the shoes and gingerly pulling them off the person's feet.

Cameron shook her head. "Well, no, but we could always look-"

"I'm guessing this is the only option then, isn't it?" Remy retorted, rolling her eyes. They both had short fuses from the stress and Remy considered apologizing; instead, she focused on removing her sandals and putting on the boots. "Did you get the water bottles?" She craned her neck to look back at Cameron as she tied her shoes.

Nodding silently, Cameron held up the two bottles.

"Good." Remy got to her feet and hooked her thumbs through the belt loop of her pants. "I guess we're ready to go then."

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"So why were you in Australia?" Cameron quickened her pace to keep up with Remy. "Business meeting?" She tilted her head to the side in curiosity.

"I went on vacation with a friend," Remy answered, exiting a thick patch of foliage and starting through a valley. "Never let your coworker choose where to spend your time off." She glanced around and made a few hand motions to their surroundings.

Cameron breathed a quiet laugh. "I guess we learned the same lesson," she replied, tugging at the sleeves of her over shirt. "My fiancé, or well ex-fiancé, and I work at the same hospital in Chicago. He wanted to visit his parents in Australia during our vacation. We flew one of our old co-workers there and had a little reunion, I guess you could say."

"Sounds fun," Remy answered.

"Not really," Cameron replied. "Considering the ex-fiancé part." She stepped over a small, lone shrub. "You're not as talkative as you were yesterday. Here I am rambling about myself. I'm sorry. If I'm making you not like me…" Her voice trailed off.

Remy glanced over at her and managed a slight smile. "It's not you," she assured her, shaking her head. The smile slowly faded. "I guess it's just sinking in we're stranded in the middle of nowhere. Your friends weren't in the fuselage, were they?"

"No, they weren't." Cameron shook her head. "One was near the back on his way to the bathroom and the other was near the cockpit." She furrowed her brow in concern. "Was your friend in the fuselage?"

"I'm not sure," Remy answered, suddenly feel the need to focus on the ground. "He went to the back of the plane to go to the bathroom also. I don't know if he was back there or not. We already had this discussion."

"I'm sorry," Cameron told her quietly, lowering her voice. "It must be frightening not knowing what part of the plane he was in."

"Fear is sort of an odd thing," Remy answered, brushing her hand against a tree as they entered the jungle again. "You just have to know how to handle it." She sighed quietly, having been doing a lot of fear-handling even before the crash.

"I guess I'm not very good at that under certain circumstances," Cameron admitted with a nervous laugh. "I mean in the hospital it's easy, you know? You're so busy that you don't even have the time to think about being afraid."

"I guess you forgot what Diagnostics is like," Remy replied. "Thinking is required. One wrong move, one wrong diagnosis, and you risk killing your patient."

"It's always so thrilling though, solving all the puzzles. The fear of making a wrong suggestion was never something I'd compare to a plane crash." Cameron kicked at a tree root as she stepped over it. "You seem so calm about being here." She glanced up at her. "How do you deal with being scared?"

Remy looked over at her, able to see the fear over the whole ordeal in the smaller woman's eyes. She considered facing forward and walking in silence but just let out a breath. "By allowing myself to be scared," she answered. She smiled slightly at the blonde's confused look. "It's a technique a friend recently taught me. You allow yourself to be scared for five seconds. Just: 1-2-3-4-5...and then it's gone. We should be getting close to the cockpit, by the way." The brunette leaned down and picked up a large stick, using it to help walk on the side where the gash was.

Cameron glanced at her in concern for a moment. "Hopefully it really isn't that far away. It's getting dark," she stated. "Looks like it's going to-" Her voice cut off as rain began pouring out of the clouds like God had decided to dump buckets of water on them.

"Shit," Remy muttered, dropping the stick she had just picked up. She crossed her arms in front of her forehead, the rain stinging her face like pins and needles. "The sky was blue a few minutes ago!" She picked up speed, walking through vines and trees. The cockpit came into view and she halted.

"This is normal, right?" Cameron shouted over a crack of thunder. "Day turning into night, end of the world type weather? That happens in places like this, right?" Trying to look at the ground to avoid being pelted by the raindrops, she crashed into Remy's back.

Shrieking, both girls fell forward. Cameron scrambled off of the younger doctor and quickly hoisted herself back onto her feet. "I am so sorry!"

Groaning, Remy pushed herself up with her hands then sat on her bottom and stared down at her mud covered shirt. She glanced up at Cameron and arched a brow.

Blushing immensely, Cameron cleared her throat and reached her hand down to help the other woman up. "I'm sorry. Let me help." She carefully pulled Remy to her feet then attempted to brush some of the mud off of her shirt.

"It's no big deal," Remy answered, taking Cameron's hands. She squeezed them gently then let them go and turned to face the cockpit. "Jesus. It looks like King Kong versus Oceanic Airlines."

Cameron looked up, her eyes widening slightly. The cockpit was at an angle with the front half balanced against several trees. The fuselage had been cleaning cut right off and seats dangled out the back, unmoving bodies still seat belted in. "I wasn't expecting it to look like this," she whispered.

"Me neither," Remy admitted. She had at least hoped it would be flat on the ground like the fuselage.

Both of them took a deep breath and stepped toward the wreckage.